step back from the screen and take a look ya verse was stupid/
ill treat ya head like a small dick and put the pump straight to it/
but u to skrawni for shells it would prolly be betta for ur health/
if u skipped my name and spit against yaself/
and if u want beef call me da deli ill fill up ya belly/
and fuck dis young pussy up like i was R-kelly/

you got no lyrical tekneakz, so put down tha mic/
lets take it out to tha streets, so i can fuck you up right/
beat dat ass like raw meat, and leave you bleedin tonight/
you rhymin to a beat, sounds like vito corleone not breathin right/
me and your girl under tha sheet, oh yea, this aint a lyrical fight/
fuck her in tha ass til i skeet, then blow your mind so you can see tha light/
and then maybe you can re-a-lize, that between me and you its just me/
makin it to tha top, bullets in-ya-eyes, and i set cha sould free/

yo teckneakz ya styles weak
when u rap u sound like u a tweek
one of those fuus who need speech
but who got no reach
he sucks out cum like a leech
damn time to keep this dog on a leash

fuck i didnt know u were gonna speak first
ill cause your whole flow to drop and disperse
go ahead run but dont 4get ya purse
now im going to have to quinch ya thirst
with this semen you will be chokin
can i ride ya girl i got two tokens
all ya rhymes have been provoken

his was for skrawni ask rrd

hay yo.............

like tha cartoonist of yogi bear you made a boo boo...
a leech doesnt suck out cum.......... but you do....
steppin up in tha cypher your skills get shattered..
your diss back is like where your from....it doesnt matter....
i cant belive you actually posted those fuckin writtens.....
and like not gettin anything on your b-day...your nuthin given...

wut tha fuck is this, your a mufukkin veteran/
i admit that wuz a tight diss, but im slappin a nigga in his head again/
im dissin you while im takin a piss, in a 2 liter coke bottle/
im on a lap-top in a car bitch, and im bout to hit tha fuckin throttle/
drive up to your crib, shoot it all up/
buillets break up ya ribs, blood, you spewed it all up/
get these niggaz baby bibs, im not givin a fuck/
cuz you aint a vet in this biz, nigga YOU SUCK!

hay yo.....

you may be a newbie....but i still fight kids.....
why even battle dude...you admitted i had a tight diss????...
dissin a vet on this site wont get ya big ya damn fake..
your status on rb will remain small like your fuckin state.....
should i rip ya up or leave ya alone.....i'll flip a coin.....
i'll make ya leave this site in the same month you joined.....

cmon billy, don be ackin all silly/
your records what 12 & 15, and i just stepped on tha scene/
destroyed you at first, i had you all packed up in a hearse/
and now you came back for more, stupid veteran whore/
makin me leave, tha same month i joined/
cmon nigga pleez, you had to flip a coin/
and you callin me fake, your tha only phony/
ima eat chu like steak, make you wish you wuz still 7 riding a polly pocket pony/

cmon billy, don be ackin all silly/
your records what 12 & 15, and i just stepped on tha scene/
destroyed you at first, i had you all packed up in a hearse/
and now you came back for more, stupid veteran whore/
makin me leave, tha same month i joined/
cmon nigga pleez, you had to flip a coin/
and you callin me fake, your tha only phony/
ima eat chu like steak, make you wish you wuz still 7 riding a polly pocket pony/








LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

billy? what the fuck-ya suck-i'm here fo veteran-soup/
ya culd be the pope at a toll and still not bless the booth/
betta let-loose, befo i treat ya teeth like wack mc's/
who'll use obie tryce in their verse-just fo clarity/
ya wacker then him, with more posts then play-books/
and i'll have ya talkin to the fishes, along with those gay-hooks/

Catastraphy Or just a sad mess
when I rip hen mic out of ya hand and push it through ya chest
Relocate ya ribs, you couldn't rock baby cribs
The only way you'd be tight to death is if quer cloths caused sids
Sorry kid I'll feed you to the crock with bibs
You a rapper ? Now you shouldn't tell fibs
All liars go to hell or a least get burned
I know your Ill now, I'm so sick I mad your tomach turn

Ya frontin lines like ya gotta diss-lectic general behind em
N findin rhymes takes ya forever like ya brain cells collidin
I get ya pale like ya avy..pulpin..domination ya fiction
Im druggin up whips so they happy to crack whila ya glisten
Beef?..i rap you in leather so like divers ya give up on breathin
Our styles work together..mine kills n yours eternaly greivin

blah..haha wtf's wit the gothic shit

Yo D...

My lyrics are like metal rounds, makin ya dome spin/
As my beat pounds you out, and leave ya body broken/
Have ya spirit tryna' hide, jumpin out ya own skin/
"Deep" in the "Abyss," you can paddle but won't swim/
Your mass of lumpy tissue won't know where ya' bones been/
But what can we expect from 2 losses and no wins?/

(Wack... I just woke up, LOL)

Peace

A Plot Isn't All This Man Has Got Twisted
Even If You Swallowed Diamond U Couldnt Spit Glisten
Looks Like You A Beat Maker You Better Stick To That
Cause Like Killin Felines You're About To Get Murdered Cat
Three Posts You Aint Even Suit To Be A Flyweight Yet
But Still You Continue On Like Some Kinda Wannabe Vet

You keep using the same lines... This cat's records broken...
Slince is golden... No wonder cats talk non-stop when Token...
No kin... This kids family even disowned him...
Only time cat could be like Chrit is playin The Sims...
Cheat to win... Another wannabe Brook...
Not dropping audio... Instead working on a text battle book...
Fucking punk its done.. I'd love to say it was fun...
But you know this shit was a merking before it even begun